The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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I gained it so -By Climbing slow - By catching at the Twigs that grow Between the Bliss - and me - It hung so highAs well the Sky Attempt by Strategy - I said I gained it - This - was all - Look, how I clutch itLest it fall - And I a Pauper go - Unfitted by an instant's Grace For the Contented - Beggar's face I wore - an hour ago -